18. Elise
18
ELISE
Elise
A fter Grant made me come not once, but twice, with his masterful mouth and wicked tongue, he stood up from the bed. He’d lost his shirt along the way of him eating me out like I was the only feast he’d ever dreamed of enjoying. I was treated to a good view of his chiseled abs as he stood up and grinned at me.
It was a cocky, self-satisfied smile that charmed me even more. He looked at me like I was all he’d ever wanted in life, a fantasy come true. I had no doubts that he desired me or that I could be a woman to fit with him like this.
I edged my foot up his thigh, angling closer to the erection that tented under his shorts. He grunted when I made contact. Taking my foot in his hand, he lifted it until he brought it high to his lips. His simple kiss there tickled, and I smiled in anticipation of what could follow.
“We’ve got to hurry.”
I didn’t want to, but I was up for the challenge.
He released my foot and stepped back, still looking me over so hungrily.
“What?” I rose to my elbows, still catching my breath.
“We’ll be late for dinner.”
My mouth dropped open. “What? Wait. What about you?”
He grimaced as he adjusted himself in his pants. “After dinner,” he promised.
I gawked at him, then lowered my gaze to his erection. “But?—”
“I can be patient.” He chuckled as he retreated to the bathroom. “Can you?”
I smiled, loving this playfulness that he showed me with ease now.
It seemed that we’d been dancing around this low burn of desire for six freaking years. What were a few more hours? I laughed at myself, amazed at how much we’d changed over this weekend. I hurried to clean up and get ready, grateful that being on the island allowed more flexibility for “messy beach hair” to look fancy.
It also seemed like a miracle that Grant looked forward to more with me. More sex. More laughter. More time of exploring each other’s body and enjoying the slow buildup to come.
His excitement to be with me—this arrangement that didn’t feel fake at all—cleared up my worry that he would be a one-time thing.
On the walk to the rehearsal dinner, though, as I relished the strong grip of his hand on mine, I knew this would be over when we returned to Chicago. It was all part of the allure here. Being away from home, in a foreign setting. It was like we were different, and that somehow excused it all. Besides, he’d brought me here with the condition that this closeness would be limited until the deal with Newman Inc. was complete.
“Hey.” He squeezed my hand before we reached the area that would be so beautifully set up for the rehearsal dinner. We were just guests, further back in the seating arrangements, but it would still be a chance to show the Newmans how we were a couple.
“Hmm?”
“You’re being sort of quiet.”
I glanced up at him and smirked. “Seeing how you short-circuited my brain twice in the last couple of hours, that’s not too surprising.”
He smiled but pulled me to stop with him before we entered the huge ballroom.
“Are you handling all of this okay?” he asked softly. His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, and I sighed against him.
“All of what?” I teased.
He framed my face and kissed me long and hard, so deeply that my toes curled. “Us,” he clarified.
I smiled, confident that I was. I had no grounds to claim an excuse for wanting him. I told it like it was. “Yeah.” I was okay with us barreling past the boundaries that should’ve made this wrong. It was taboo to sleep with my boss. But it felt true with how long I’d been attracted to him and denied it.
It was impossible to think this would last. We were making a huge mistake by pretending to be together in the first place. Now that I knew how good it was with him, I’d done the dumb thing of getting my hopes way up high. I wanted him for good, but common sense prevailed. This was a hookup. This was temporary.
And I may as well enjoy every second of it while I can.
Tomorrow after the wedding, I’d need to go back to normal life. Back to being only his assistant and pining for him from afar.
Right?
He was an eager lover, but that was because this was a hookup.
“Are you handling this okay?”
He nodded, gazing at me with such a deep, intense look that I wondered if he might be feeling the same.
“Well. Other than the world’s most epic case of blue balls…”
I giggled, taking his hand and leading him into the venue space. “After dinner.” I looked back at him watching me. “You promised.”
“Did I?” he teased.
“Okay. I promise.”
He hurried faster, pulling me along toward our table. “Then let’s eat and go, dammit.”
We laughed together, looking like fools as we took our seats.
All through the dinner and a couple of toasts from members of the wedding party, Grant and I enjoyed ourselves. We shared bites of our food. He held my hand. I set my fingers on his arm. Laughing. Talking. Listening and just generally being together, we spent our last night truly having a good time.
While the best man droned on with his speech, I mused about how this weekend had all been a good time. It started shakily, but as soon as we made good on looking like a couple…
This has been one of the best weekends of my life. It was all thanks to the sexy hunk seated next to me. I stared at him, admiring his profile so intently that he must have felt the burn of my stare.
With a slight smile, he glanced at me. “What?”
It’s hard to remember that you’re supposed to be my boss.
I tugged the corner of my lower lip between my teeth in reply, tempted to say so much that I shouldn’t.
I don’t want this to end.
I want you to keep me.
What if we made this long-term?
“You—” He growled, snatching my hand. His eyes turned darker, molten and hot with the intensity of his smolder. It was nice to know that a simple little move of my lip could send him so wild. It was a habit of mine, and I wondered how many times over the years had he gotten turned on because of it.
How is he going to resist me when we’re back home?
I giggled as he tugged me up out of my seat. Just like we had coming here, we ran and laughed and looked like silly, lovesick fools as we hurried out of the room.
In the lobby, he crushed me to him. My gasp was muffled as he kissed me hard, but I didn’t wait a second to reply in kind. Before he could literally pick me up and carry me to the elevators, I urged him to backpedal to them.
Once we were on, there was no stopping us. With no one else on the elevator, we were rabid for each other. Kissing. Sucking. Nipping. My mouth would be blissfully ruined by his kisses. He slid his hand under my dress. I groped at his growing erection trapped beneath his pants.
Wild and feral, we were all over each other like air no longer mattered. Like delaying this burning need to feel each other would destroy us.
We fell into our room moments later. I drew back long enough to tug at my dress, determined to slow down just a little before we crashed and burned. A bit of a strip tease seemed to do the trick.
He dropped back to sit on the couch, splaying his legs out wide as he unzipped and shoved his pants and boxers down far enough to wrap his fist around his cock.
“Don’t get too comfortable there,” I warned as I tossed my dress aside.
“Fuck. Elise…” He growled at the sight of me in only my lingerie.
“You’re going to end up there,” I said with a tip of my head toward the bed. “With me.”
He grinned, nodding as he slowly rubbed his hand over his long, hard dick standing to attention.
I made it as far as stripping off my already-damp panties, but I couldn’t give up the chance to pay him back for earlier.
Without another word, I decided to make good on my vow to enjoy this while it lasted. I dropped to my knees and covered his hand on his cock. Sliding the curve of his cockhead past my lips was thrilling, but when I lowered more and heard his guttural groan of pleasure, I knew I was a goner.
For him. This man just clicked with me, and I wished I could count on a lifetime to savor his taste, his hardness.
As I coated him with my saliva, I sucked him in as far as I could. Up and down, I bobbed over him, relishing his quicker breaths, his tensing abs, and the grip in which he held me. He slid his hand over my cheek until he cupped the back of my head. It gave me access to hold him and suck him as I wanted to, but all too soon, he pulled me off.
“Hey!” I licked my lips, panting with the ability to breathe through my mouth instead of just my nose. “I wasn’t done.”
“I want to finish in you.” He grabbed his pants and brought them close enough to get a condom out. While I wanted to protest his stopping me too soon, I was excited that he preferred coming deep inside my pussy.
As he sheathed himself, he stared up at me as I removed my bra. Then I took shaky, clumsy steps toward him on the couch. My knees felt wobbly. My heart raced so fast. It seemed like I couldn’t catch my breath, but the ride was only starting.
He gripped my hips, pulling me up to straddle him. I set my knees on either side of him, reveling in the contrast of me, completely naked, climbing on to him while he still wore his clothes.
His dark pants dropped to his ankles on the floor. His white shirt was still buttoned and intact. The difference between my paler, slightly sunburned flesh against his tanned skin turned me on so much that I held my breath until he was all the way in me.
All those hard, thick inches. So deep, piercing into me and stretching my sensitive entrance. He kissed me hard, dueling with my tongue until I sucked on his and lifted up.
I felt him everywhere, through my entire body. He made me feel so alive, so on edge and already too close to coming.
“Elise…” He said it on a groan of agony. I knew exactly how he felt. All the angst. All that buildup to this moment.
We weren’t a boss and assistant having sex. We were two souls stitching together as we made love. I stared into the darkness of his gaze as I rode him, mesmerized and wishing I could commit this moment to my heart forever.
He held me tightly, urging me to grind against him harder, and as I sped up, I knew it’d be over too soon. Again. It never felt like it was long enough, but maybe that was because it would end tomorrow.
Unless…
I furrowed my brow, wondering if we could forget about making this temporary. We were already dancing a fine line of keeping things fake versus real. This heat, this connection, this pressure to come together—they were all so very real.
“Stay with me,” he growled, noticing that I was thinking too hard.
He pulled me in for a deep kiss, and with the next drop down on his dick that he paired with a thrust up of his hips, I came. That rub over my clit was all it took to shove me over the edge into my release.
His dick jerked, wedged so deep in me, and I squeezed around him, milking him. I groaned as we reached our orgasms together.
I wanted to stay with him like this, spent and shivering with pleasure, slumped and flush to him, so tired and content that I couldn’t fathom getting off his lap and remaining apart from him.
His exhale whooshed out in a long sigh, showing how satisfied he was as well.
But… could he want the same thing, more than this torrid, hot sex?
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him, to lay out how I was starting to get hooked on the idea of making this not-so-fake with him.
He tipped my chin up, kissing me soundly, and I figured we could have a little more fun tonight before we had a talk that could go either way…